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The Dreams We Dream , Part 1
featuring C212 Alarea

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Something wasn’t right.

She realized she was still softly drifting into something that seemed like an endless void and while doing so, her mind began to acknowledge this. This was wrong, this was not her regular sweet slumber. Where were the fascinating vivid dreams? Was she even sleeping? What is this place? Or, is it even a place?

Despite the mild panic attempting to grasp control over her mind, there was a strange wave of calm gently brushing over her. It took control as she was slowly spinning… somewhere, perhaps deeper into the alarming silence and darkness. She didn’t want to fight it, because her feelings told her not to. She was on a journey as she happened to be ready for it now.

Journey?

The spinning came to a halt and she continued descending towards a vague source of blurry light beneath her. This something, or someone, whatever it was that was currently sharing her mind with her grew more evident, indicating that it wanted something. It wanted to see something. See what?

There were shapes in the soft light. She stopped some distance from it and watched as the scene unraveled before her. It was… familiar. That big block started to show outlines of windows, and a roof. Next to it, a big old oak tree started to take shape, and the flowering fields in the distance. She recognized it.

It was her hatching place, the first home she very vaguely remembered.

As the shapes defined themselves the colors poured in to breathe everything to life, reminding her of how the paint filled the canvas when she occasionally observed artists paint or when she was practicing painting. There was the garden, the flowers, the laundry drying in the warm Sun and gentle breeze, berry bushes, apple trees, the old well… everything. She was mesmerized by the sight before her. There was movement by the house. Is that… Canto? Yes, it is! The scene before her moved closer to him, revealing that Canto was occupied with organizing some Rexal eggs into baskets lined with soft fabrics. Canto didn’t seem to acknowledge Alarea’s presence, however that didn’t matter as her heart was filling with happiness and joy, just from seeing her very first caretaker so clearly before her. She felt safe, warm and loved. She felt surrounded with-

A crack appeared into one of the eggs.

She held her breath. She felt tightly squeezed by the void surrounding her. She wanted out. She pushed with her limbs the best she could. Another crack appeared into the egg’s marbled shell. And another. She kept struggling and pushing, it was too tight. One more push and the egg was open.

She suddenly realized she was witnessing her own birth, her very own first contact and memory with the world while also simultaneously feeling everything the tiny scaled blue baby felt right before her. She gasped for air as the sudden rush of cool air scared her and the newly hatched Alarea before her took her first breath of fresh air. Her sight was both blurry and clear, she saw Canto reaching down to the basket and Canto reaching for her, helping to pick away the shell pieces and drying her up with the fabrics in the basket. She felt the gentle touches, which helped her to stop gasping and start breathing rhythmically. Her lungs learned to work and her tiny eyes did their best to adjust with the bright new world, her limbs reaching out and moving freely, all while Alarea was watching the surreal and ridiculously clear sight before her of Canto smiling and cleaning the tiny version of her.

She had never remembered anything so clearly, let alone something so early in her life. She watched Canto hug the fresh hatchling while also feeling his soft arms and chest, the distant heartbeat and the sweet distinctive scent of Canto’s fur, all the while knowing that she’s safe and protected from the potential dangers of the outside world, whatever it might have to offer to her in her upcoming journey of life.

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681 words

Lit and Alarea ©
Canto and Rexals ©

Please do not copy, trace or distribute!

Description
The Dreams We Dream , Part 1
featuring C212 Alarea

For perhaps easier reading, here's a gDocs with the same text

Something wasn’t right.

She realized she was still softly drifting into something that seemed like an endless void and while doing so, her mind began to acknowledge this. This was wrong, this was not her regular sweet slumber. Where were the fascinating vivid dreams? Was she even sleeping? What is this place? Or, is it even a place?

Despite the mild panic attempting to grasp control over her mind, there was a strange wave of calm gently brushing over her. It took control as she was slowly spinning… somewhere, perhaps deeper into the alarming silence and darkness. She didn’t want to fight it, because her feelings told her not to. She was on a journey as she happened to be ready for it now.

Journey?

The spinning came to a halt and she continued descending towards a vague source of blurry light beneath her. This something, or someone, whatever it was that was currently sharing her mind with her grew more evident, indicating that it wanted something. It wanted to see something. See what?

There were shapes in the soft light. She stopped some distance from it and watched as the scene unraveled before her. It was… familiar. That big block started to show outlines of windows, and a roof. Next to it, a big old oak tree started to take shape, and the flowering fields in the distance. She recognized it.

It was her hatching place, the first home she very vaguely remembered.

As the shapes defined themselves the colors poured in to breathe everything to life, reminding her of how the paint filled the canvas when she occasionally observed artists paint or when she was practicing painting. There was the garden, the flowers, the laundry drying in the warm Sun and gentle breeze, berry bushes, apple trees, the old well… everything. She was mesmerized by the sight before her. There was movement by the house. Is that… Canto? Yes, it is! The scene before her moved closer to him, revealing that Canto was occupied with organizing some Rexal eggs into baskets lined with soft fabrics. Canto didn’t seem to acknowledge Alarea’s presence, however that didn’t matter as her heart was filling with happiness and joy, just from seeing her very first caretaker so clearly before her. She felt safe, warm and loved. She felt surrounded with-

A crack appeared into one of the eggs.

She held her breath. She felt tightly squeezed by the void surrounding her. She wanted out. She pushed with her limbs the best she could. Another crack appeared into the egg’s marbled shell. And another. She kept struggling and pushing, it was too tight. One more push and the egg was open.

She suddenly realized she was witnessing her own birth, her very own first contact and memory with the world while also simultaneously feeling everything the tiny scaled blue baby felt right before her. She gasped for air as the sudden rush of cool air scared her and the newly hatched Alarea before her took her first breath of fresh air. Her sight was both blurry and clear, she saw Canto reaching down to the basket and Canto reaching for her, helping to pick away the shell pieces and drying her up with the fabrics in the basket. She felt the gentle touches, which helped her to stop gasping and start breathing rhythmically. Her lungs learned to work and her tiny eyes did their best to adjust with the bright new world, her limbs reaching out and moving freely, all while Alarea was watching the surreal and ridiculously clear sight before her of Canto smiling and cleaning the tiny version of her.

She had never remembered anything so clearly, let alone something so early in her life. She watched Canto hug the fresh hatchling while also feeling his soft arms and chest, the distant heartbeat and the sweet distinctive scent of Canto’s fur, all the while knowing that she’s safe and protected from the potential dangers of the outside world, whatever it might have to offer to her in her upcoming journey of life.

—
681 words

Lit and Alarea ©
Canto and Rexals ©

Please do not copy, trace or distribute!